Those experimental records are the proof that Gao Wen's "earth experience" and "this world" were in a bloody test. He bound them into a book and encrypted them in Chinese, treating them as his secrets.
In all experimental records, almost eight CDs were failures.
This means that although this world looks very livable, and the natural environment even looks somewhat similar to the earth on the surface, it is completely different from the earth in terms of deep rules. Order, in this strange order, all kinds of supernatural forces including magic occupy a very important weight.
No, maybe they shouldn't be called supernatural power anymore. In this world, the natural power is to rub big fireballs with hands, chant spells and call gods.
But Gao Wen didn't really choose to wash and sleep. On the contrary, this incredible world made him full of fighting spirit.
He believes that all laws have a way to be interpreted, and that all things should have deep laws. People should be in awe of nature, but they should not stop at nature because of their awe of nature. The extraordinary power should be studied as a real thing, just like the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the home world, and universal gravitation. The so-called magic power here is just a part of the natural cycle. Although his "earth experience" is useless, But his way of thinking—the way of thinking tempered in the era of information explosion, is it not as good as those old-fashioned nobles and pedantic scholars who were bound by medieval life
What's more, not all experience is useless.
Gao Wen picked up the two transparent lenses placed in the corner of the table. They were cheap man-made crystals (this kind of cheapness is only compared to natural magic crystals). The most skilled craftsmen in Tanzania Town polished them for two days before they were They were polished into a convex lens and a concave lens according to Gawain's requirements. Gao Wen held the two lenses in front of his eyes one after the other, and kept adjusting the positions until a clear image appeared in his eyes.
Although the speed of light cannot be measured yet, at least light still obeys the laws he is familiar with in the process of propagation.
At least telescopes can be built—a cheap "hawk-eye technique" that can be extended to civilians.
As long as the cost of artificial crystal is further reduced and the problem of low efficiency of manual polishing is solved.
In addition to optical phenomena, the waterwheel's ability to operate also proves one thing: in this world, although the basic laws of the microscopic field may be different from those of the earth, some intuitive and macroscopic physical laws should be similar to those of the earth. Big difference.
So many things can still be done.
After writing down the entry about the telescope in his memo, Gawain yawned long, only to notice that the outside was completely quiet: night had already fallen, and it was time to sleep.
Gawain's ears were very good, he could hear the sound of snoring and sleep talking from nearby, it was Betty and Amber sleeping next door. He couldn't help shaking his head and smiling when he heard Hu Po, who never forgot to talk about getting rich in his sleep.
At this time, I should really wash up and go to sleep.
As the night deepened, the last light in the tent was extinguished, and the quiet darkness shrouded it, just like the veil of Lady Ye in the legend that sheltered dreamers. Gawain tried his best to clear his mind and slowly fell asleep.
And only when everything is plunged into darkness, some gleams that would have been ignored by everyone have a chance to show up: beside Gao Wen's desk, some extremely subtle lights slowly emerged, the gleams From the big basket next to the desk, the pile of waste that Amber made when she fired "cement".
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In the camp after nightfall, some people were still awake—not the "workers" of the "Cecil Iron Works", although Gawain changed the name of the blacksmith shop and gave the old blacksmith some information about the new production system information, but at the current stage when all infrastructure is imperfect and there is no electric lighting, any work shed in the camp does not need three shifts—the people who are awake are those loyal soldiers who are on duty at night.
In the middle of the night after the shift, the militiamen walked through the path with burning braziers in armor and helmets, and handed over at various sentry posts. A small group of militiamen passed through the stacking area on the south side of the camp and came to an independent of all facilities and located on the outskirts of the camp. In front of the tent, the leader of the team was a middle-aged soldier with a beard. He confirmed the password and identification token with his comrades who were changing shifts, and then looked at the tent with a playful expression: "Where is that thing sleeping?"
"Nonsense, what else can a stone do except sleep?" The squad leader who was about to rest shrugged, "I really don't know what is the use of us guarding here, it's just a stone ball, it hasn't moved for so many days, Hetty Madam also used various spells to stimulate it every day, but there was no effect... "
"Don't say a few words," the squad leader who took over shift reminded, "This is the Duke's decision. He ordered to guard this thing. Do you have any objections?"
"Of course I have no objection, of course I have no objection," the person on the other side quickly replied, and then looked down at the exquisite and magical equipment on his body, "I have to thank Lord Duke, I never thought that I would Being able to use such a good thing, I have the illusion of becoming a master knight... "
"Don't expect this thing to come in handy." The squad leader who came to change shifts patted him on the shoulder, "Go back and rest."
The yawning comrades left, and the bearded squad leader led his four soldiers to take over the guard here. Leaving two soldiers standing at the door, he lifted the curtain of the tent and stepped into the tent.
The "stone ball" with a diameter of about 1.5 meters is quietly staying in the center of the tent: a pit was dug in the ground below it to ensure that the stone ball can stay in it firmly, and around it, there are still standing stones. There are several thick wooden stakes, and the original thick hemp ropes between the stakes are now replaced by ropes mixed with magic threads. The magic threads in those ropes are slightly fluorescent in the night, but the main function is psychological comfort. .
In addition, there are several wooden shelves and a desk in the tent. Some magic crystals and alchemy potions are displayed on the shelves, and some scribbled manuscripts are pressed with paperweights on the desk. Ordinary soldiers would not dare to touch these things: they are all research notes left by Hetty.
It's a pity that there is no progress in those research notes.
"This thing really hasn't changed at all," a soldier walked around the stone ball. He resisted the urge to hit the stone ball twice with his spear, and muttered, "I heard It is a relic of the ancient Gondor Empire, and I thought it was so powerful."
The squad leader patted the soldier on the head: "Don't talk nonsense, carefully check whether there is any crack on the surface, and whether there is any shifting position. After the inspection, you go out first, and come in half an hour to change shifts with me."
The soldiers began to check with murmurs, while the team leader casually looked at the furnishings in the tent, but the moment his eyes shifted away from the stone ball, a vague feeling, as if contacting static electricity, came over him. It spread across his skin and made some of his hairs stand on end.
Those who survived the cataclysm of Cecil that day were not idlers. Even a militia captain would start as an apprentice knight in other noble territories. This middle-aged soldier with a beard immediately became alert. Pressing on the long sword at his waist with one hand and pulling out half of it: "There is a situation!"
However, in the next second, the "shock sensation" with hairs standing on end disappeared, and the two soldiers looked at each other after holding their spears tightly for a long time, and one of them glanced at his captain: "Boss...you are too nervous right?"
"No, I really felt just now..." The captain himself was also confused, he explained, but just halfway through his words, he noticed that the original faint magical halo on the enchanted breastplate of one of the warriors did not know when. Already extinguished, "Locke! Your breastplate!"
The soldier named Locke glanced down, and suddenly exclaimed in a low voice: "Ah!"
But just as he exclaimed, the already dim enchanted breastplate returned to normal, and a layer of extremely dim magic halo covered the armor, as if nothing had happened.
Immediately afterwards, the same change happened to another soldier's breastplate: it was extinguished first, and then restored again, and the squad leader saw that the long sword in his hand also lost the brilliance of enchantment in a short time.
He immediately drew out the half-drawn long sword: "Calm down! Back out slowly, this place..."
Before he finished speaking, a strange force came from the long sword, as if a pair of invisible hands were pulling it, and the enchanted soldier sword from the ancient Gondor Empire was violently pulled towards the center of the tent In the direction of the ball, the team leader instinctively fought against this force, and exclaimed: "Go and call someone! There is something wrong with this ball!"
The soldier named Locke rushed towards the door immediately, but just as he was halfway there, a huge force came from his armor—strictly speaking, this force was dragging his armor. He was directly dragged by this powerful attraction and flew up, knocking away the fences and ropes around the sphere, and then the whole person was firmly attracted to the "stone ball".
Locke struggled in horror, trying to take off the armor and break free from the restraints, but the strong attraction caused the locks of the armor to fit together completely, and he couldn't break free after several attempts. On the other side, the squad leader also felt that the attraction from the long sword was getting stronger and stronger. He finally couldn't hold his own weapon. On top of the "Stone Ball".
The tip of the sword was only half a palm away from Soldier Locke's head.
Locke rolled his eyes and glanced at the sword above his head, and finally shouted loudly: "The stone ball is alive!! Something is wrong!!"
His shouts spread almost halfway across the camp...
The squad leader who lost his weapon stared blankly at his empty right hand, then raised his head and looked at the other soldier in the tent.
The armor on his own body was not sucked away, and the remaining soldier was not sucked by anything at all.
This "stone ball" is picky when it sucks things